“Martin” was the title character in My Favorite Martian, but he looked like a middle-aged white man with occasional outbreaks of antennae (and, dammit, never broke into a rousing rendition of “Bloody Mary Is the Girl I Love”).

“Uncle Martin” exhibited no discomfort from high gravity, extreme overheating, hyperoxygenation, or even the bacteria which overcame his ancestors’ previous incursion, but his host’s horny nosy landlady put him under repeated stress.